"Creak~"
As the front door slowly opened, a faint, delicate fragrance wafted toward him, carrying the unique charm and alluring scent of a mature woman.
"Ruìruì!"
Along with the gentle call, a beautiful and captivating face appeared before him.
This face was stunning—so breathtakingly beautiful that it could steal one's breath away. Especially those mesmerizing eyes, which could easily intoxicate any man. She exuded a rich, mature feminine aura, like a plump, juicy peach that would burst with sweet nectar at the slightest bite.
Since she was at home, her attire was casual. Coupled with the hot weather, she wore only a simple white shirt on top. The two towering peaks on her chest stood firm and full like jade mountains, and without a bra, the faint outline of two pink, perky points could be glimpsed beneath the fabric, as if threatening to burst through the shirt, leaving endless room for imagination.
Below, she wore a white knee-length skirt that revealed her slender, well-proportioned calves, paired with a pair of shiny black sandals.
Her long hair was tied up in a bun, framing her delicate and exquisite features. Beneath her charming, elegant nose, her red lips were slightly pursed, with a faint smile playing at the corners.
Such a peerless beauty—any man who saw her would find it hard to restrain his desires, wouldn't he?
Xu Ruizhi couldn't help but feel a stir in his heart at the sight of the beauty before him, but he quickly snapped back to reality and hurriedly said, "Mom... why did you open the door dressed like this? Hurry inside."
As he spoke, he reached out and wrapped an arm around her slender waist, pulling her quickly into the yard. He didn't want anyone else to see his mother in such a tempting state.
Fang Hanmeng, who was following behind, cautiously stepped inside, afraid that Xu Ruizhi's mother might dislike her. Although Xu Ruizhi had told her that his mother was easy to get along with, she still felt somewhat reserved.
As soon as they entered the yard, Xu Ruizhi immediately closed the front door. Then, turning around, he playfully wrapped his arms around his mother's neck, burying his head between her towering peaks, greedily inhaling the familiar milky scent, and savoring the sense of peace and comfort. He murmured, "Why did you open the door dressed like this? Where's Aunt Song? Aren't you afraid I might bring a guy home?"
"It's just that I haven't seen you all day, and my old habit kicked in again. I was sweeping the yard and couldn't help but run out when I heard your voice..." Yang Zhurou seemed to realize that her earlier behavior had been a bit improper and quickly toned down her alluring demeanor, straightening her disheveled clothes. However, when mentioning Song Lianwei, she couldn't help but show a hint of resentment toward Xu Ruizhi, half-chiding and half-scolding as she said, "Your Aunt Song is in the bathroom. As for you, did you have fun today?"
Xu Ruizhi chuckled sheepishly a few times, not daring to respond. He thought to himself, "I really went all out today—it was so thrilling. Roller coasters, fighting, rescuing people, a threesome... If I told you everything, you'd probably chase me around with a rolling pin."
"Well... today was indeed pretty wild, but I'm also a bit tired. Mom, let me introduce you first." Xu Ruizhi quickly changed the subject, pulling Fang Hanmeng a few steps closer to his mother and introducing her. "Mom, this is Fang Hanmeng, the one I told you about. She's thirty... thirty-two years old this year..."
"Auntie, hello." Fang Hanmeng timidly lifted her head, looking somewhat nervously at the elegant and stunningly beautiful woman before her. She felt her entire body stiffen with tension.
Xu Ruizhi: "..."
Yang Zhurou: "..."
Xu Ruizhi nearly choked on his own blood. You're a year older than my mom, yet you're calling her "auntie"? Good grief, my dear lady.
"Hanmeng, right? You're really beautiful." Yang Zhurou paused for a few seconds before carefully examining Fang Hanmeng, a look of astonishment appearing on her face. She truly hadn't expected this girl to be so stunning. She had assumed that someone who scavenged for a living couldn't possibly be too outstanding in appearance—after all, a girl with no one to rely on and intellectual disabilities would be lucky just to survive. In such circumstances, being beautiful could actually be a curse.
"Thank you, Auntie." Fang Hanmeng lowered her head and replied meekly, unsure of what to do next, as the way this auntie was looking at her was clearly a bit strange.
Hearing herself called "auntie" and then looking at Fang Hanmeng's mature and charming face, Yang Zhurou felt a sudden chill run down her spine. She waved her hand dismissively and said, "Forget it, I'll just call you Xiao Meng. And don't call me 'auntie' either—just use my name or call me 'sister.'"
"Oh... okay, Sister..." Fang Hanmeng blinked in confusion but obediently agreed.
Watching the interaction between his mother and Fang Hanmeng, Xu Ruizhi inwardly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Come on, let's go inside. Why stand out here?" Yang Zhurou took Fang Hanmeng's wrist and led her into the house, shooting Xu Ruizhi a sharp glare before entering. This kid was simply a scoundrel—how dare he take advantage of a girl with intellectual disabilities? He was worse than an animal.
But... she glanced at Fang Hanmeng again, growing more and more astonished the longer she looked. Although this girl had intellectual disabilities, her appearance was truly remarkable. She had a slender figure, fair skin, and a pair of large, clear eyes that sparkled like stars in the sky. Especially those towering peaks, which, wrapped in a tight-fitting T-shirt, formed a perfect and elastic curve that made one want to poke them with a finger.
She even secretly compared them and found that the girl was a size larger than her own. And she had undergone a second growth spurt, reaching a full E-cup size. Yet this girl was even bigger—could she be an F-cup?
Moreover, they didn't sag at all; instead, they were firm and perky, practically the epitome of perfection.
It wasn't that F-cup women didn't exist, but they usually sagged severely and looked rather unattractive, lacking any aesthetic appeal.
No wonder this kid couldn't control himself... sigh...
After coming to this realization, Yang Zhurou let out a quiet sigh in her heart, feeling even more pity for the girl. Such a lovely girl, yet she had been ruined by this wretched boy. What a sin!
...
Once inside the living room, Fang Hanmeng was led by Yang Zhurou to sit on the sofa. Yang Zhurou took a bottle of Sprite from the refrigerator and handed it to Fang Hanmeng, saying, "It's hot and stuffy outside. Drink more water to cool down."
"Mom, I'm thirsty too. Get me a bottle as well." Tossing the newly bought clothes casually onto the sofa, Xu Ruizhi sprawled on the single-seater sofa next to Fang Hanmeng and called out to Yang Zhurou.
"Can't you get it yourself?" Yang Zhurou shot her son a sidelong glance, her tone indifferent.
"Big brother, here, you drink it. I'm not thirsty." Fang Hanmeng pushed the Sprite in her hand toward Xu Ruizhi, her sweet voice gentle and soft.
Xu Ruizhi felt a warmth in his heart, and his gaze toward Fang Hanmeng grew tender and affectionate. He patted her head and said, "You drink it. I'll get another bottle."
With that, he prepared to go fetch a drink.
"Ouch!" Just then, Song Lianwei emerged from the bathroom, clutching her stomach, hunched over, and slowly made her way to the sofa before sitting down.
"What happened? Did you eat something bad?" Yang Zhurou frowned with concern as she looked at Song Lianwei's disheveled state.
"No, I was fine when we left the hospital together. It was only after I ate the millet porridge you made—didn't you have some too?" Song Lianwei rubbed her slightly aching abdomen, shaking her head as she looked at Yang Zhurou with suspicion.
"Yeah, I had some too." Yang Zhurou was also puzzled. Logically, Song Lianwei shouldn't have gotten an upset stomach from just a bowl of porridge. How could it cause diarrhea?
"That's strange." Song Lianwei furrowed her delicate brows, muttering in frustration. Slowly, her gaze shifted to Fang Hanmeng, who was sitting on the other side. Suddenly, her eyes widened in shock as she scrutinized Fang Hanmeng. How could she be so beautiful?
And her chest… so big! That's just too exaggerated!
Noticing Song Lianwei's stare, Yang Zhurou introduced, "This is Fang Hanmeng, thirty-two years old." Then, turning to Fang Hanmeng, she added, "This is Song Lianwei. You can call her Sister Lianwei."
"Mm." Fang Hanmeng nodded obediently and politely called out, "Sister Lianwei." However, seeing Song Lianwei's dazed expression, she felt a bit puzzled. This Sister Lianwei seemed to be staring at her chest—did she like looking at breasts?
"Hello." Song Lianwei finally snapped back to reality, forcing herself to look away as she extended her hand to shake Fang Hanmeng's.
"Mm, hello." Fang Hanmeng smiled somewhat awkwardly.
"Ahem, I'll go get a bottle of Sprite." Seeing Song Lianwei and Fang Hanmeng chatting, Xu Ruizhi knew that if he stayed, he'd likely get scolded later, so he quickly made an excuse to escape. He was well aware that Aunt Song was no pushover.
"You little brat, come here." Song Lianwei roared as she saw Xu Ruizhi trying to slip away.
Xu Ruizhi shuddered and hurried over to Song Lianwei, forcing a smile as he asked, "Aunt Song, what's up?"
"What do you think?" Song Lianwei snorted coldly. "Tell me honestly, did you… force yourself on her?"
Her voice dropped to a whisper toward the end, tinged with embarrassment.
Xu Ruizhi was taken aback, then quickly understood what Song Lianwei meant. With a pained expression, he said, "Oh, Aunt Song, what kind of person do you think I am? Didn't I already tell you? It was just an accident. I'm not that much of a beast, am I?"
"You know best." Song Lianwei snorted again, then seemed to remember something. Her eyes darted around before she suddenly smiled and asked, "Between me and Xiao Meng, who do you like more?"
Xu Ruizhi nearly jumped at the question. He knew staying here would lead to trouble, and sure enough…
"I choose to die, okay?" Xu Ruizhi said with a tearful face. This wasn't a multiple-choice question at all—it was a death sentence. There was simply no way to answer such a question.
"Lianwei, that's enough. Stop teasing him. He's still young—why ask him something like that?" Yang Zhurou shot Song Lianwei a glare and chided her.
Song Lianwei pursed her lips and muttered under her breath, "Still young... He doesn't seem young at all when he's messing around with women..."
Hearing Song Lianwei's muttering, Yang Zhurou's face flushed red, and she shot her a sharp look. "What nonsense are you spouting?"
With that, she lifted her leg and gave Xu Ruizhi a light kick. "Hurry up and get lost. You're just in the way here."
Hearing his mother's order, Xu Ruizhi immediately took off like a shot. He didn't dare stick around any longer—otherwise, Aunt Song might come out with even more shocking remarks.
...
Around six in the evening, as the sky gradually darkened, Yang Zhurou was in the kitchen preparing dinner. Fang Hanmeng sat on the sofa watching cartoons. As for Song Lianwei, she had returned to her room early to rest due to an upset stomach. However, she was always a busy person and couldn't stay idle for long. Right now, she was on the phone, and from the sound of it, it seemed like Ye Sitong was reporting work to her.
Xu Ruizhi carried a plate of fruit and sat down beside Fang Hanmeng. Seeing her engrossed in The Adventures of Little Carp, he didn't disturb her and instead walked into the kitchen.
As he reached the kitchen doorway, Yang Zhurou's back came into view. She wore a pink checkered apron, her long hair cascading over her shoulders, revealing a slender, fair neck. At that moment, she was intently slicing potatoes into thin strips, her knife skills smooth and practiced. The overall scene was pleasing to the eye, like a painting.
Xu Ruizhi watched, mesmerized, and couldn't help but whisper softly, "Mom."
Yang Zhurou seemed not to hear him, continuing to focus on slicing the potatoes as if completely unaware of her son's presence.
"Ah, Mom's old habit is acting up again," Xu Ruizhi sighed, shaking his head helplessly. He knew that whenever his mother was in this state, unless he directly interrupted her actions, no matter how loudly he called out, she wouldn't hear a thing.
Forget it. This is an opportunity you've given me—it's not like I'm actively seeking you out, Xu Ruizhi thought to himself. He tiptoed behind Yang Zhurou, gazing at her elegant back, and as if guided by some inexplicable impulse, he wrapped his arms around her slender waist and gently kissed her earlobe. "Mom, I love you."
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